1902 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



473 



bushes in the East, but this is not the fact. 

 Those trees, as shown, are from fifteen to 

 twenty feet high, and are in full bearing-. 

 If I could show 3'ou in natural colors the 

 deep green of the leaves, and the beautiful 

 oranges peeking through, pulling the limbs 

 down almost to the breaking - point, you 

 would see a very characteristic orange-tree 

 in full bearing. 



Irrigating -ditches run in between the 

 rows, and the ground is thoroughly culti- 

 vated, just as is a nice field of corn here in 

 the East. 



I suppose there is no better property in 

 all the United States than a few acres of 

 orange-trees of bearing age, unless it be 

 some oil - yielding territory or some real 

 gold-mine. 



In our next issue I will show you life- 

 sized pictures of the celebrated mountain 

 sages of California that produce the beau- 

 tiful mountain-sage honey; and I will also 

 tell j'ou something about how Mr. Mclntyre 

 extracts by water power. 



A NEAT RESIDENCE AND APIARY. 



BY JULIUS GENTZ. 



I send a picture of mj^ 130 colonies of bees, 

 and residence. I keep my hives in straight 

 rows and pairs, so I can use a lawn-mower, 

 and save some room. The yard is located 

 in the city, on the third block from the main 

 street, in the background, where those 

 sheds are. I winter my bees in the cellar 



under the house. I haven't lost a colony in 

 eight years. The hives I use are ten-frame 

 Hoffman, and are hand-made. The build- 

 ing on the right-hand side is my work-shop. 

 In the picture are myself and my family. 

 Shawano, Wis. 



A CLOSE CALL UP IN THE MOUNTAINS. 



BY E. BONFOEY. 



Mr. Geo. Walker (my partner) and my- 

 self started out one dark night some seven 

 miles away to the mountains. We had 



RESIDENCE AND APIARY OF JULIUS GENTZ. 



APIARY OF E. BONFOEY. 



hauled three loads, and had come back for 

 the fourth. It was about two o'clock in the 

 morning. We were both tired out, and I 

 saw a sight that I hope I shall never have 

 to witness again. The place where the 

 bees were is known as Hackadorn Canyon, 

 or a big gulch coming out of the mountains. 

 By this gulch my bees were located. We 

 had put on the last load. I stored the bees 

 in the wagon and said to my partner: 



" There is a hive of bees behind a bush." 



He started off toward this particular 

 bank. Some of the bees were set about ten 

 feet from the bank. He had the lantern in 

 his left hand. I stood in the wagon watch- 

 ing him go toward the bank. As the bees 

 were a little to the right of where he was 

 going I could see where the bank was. He 

 got within two yards of the brink, when I 

 called out to stop; but as he was in a hur- 

 ry he did not heed my warning, and walk- 

 ed off the edge. My heart stood still. I 

 never expected to see him again alive. The 

 precipice is 200 feet deep, and 50 feet right 

 straight up and down. Luckil3' for him, 

 when he walked off he threw up his hands 

 and saved himself from going heiid first. 

 He landed on his feet in the top of a lot of 

 thick bushes which caught him. It didn't 

 hurt him a bit. I went to the brink and 

 looked over; then I listened, and 3'elled to 

 him, saying, " Are you killed? " 



"No," he answered. 



Then I called out, " Are you hurt? " 



" No," he said. 



